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I’m just a bit sad tonight. You’re not here holding me, and it’s only getting colder out there. I’ve spent so many autumns curled up with you, but now I’m stuck with all the thoughts you distracted me from. I’m sure you’ll take another form, and sweep me off my feet soon. But tonight, I’m a bit lost.
I’d love to be something other than a man, maybe a milkweed seed. I’d love to be beautiful, albeit fragile, and float somewhere more habitable.
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